HEAVEN SENT — RAID PREPARATIONS

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]It had taken a while for the pirates to show up and heed their leader's call as soon as a raid was mentioned. Feliks had been seated a little ways away, content with his role to play in the upcoming rescue and watching as the others sluggishly approached. Was it apathy that drove them to such lack of intrigue? Or was it the pirates playing poser and cowering as soon as real danger reared its head? Either was a distinct possibility, and either caused emerald eyes to narrow just slightly in disapproval. Feliks didn't care too much either, seeing the raid as a means to bite back against slavers as opposed to rescuing anyone, but he wasn't someone who intended to lead them one day. Any of these bastards could take Pincher's place, and all of them would let their clan be scorched in hellfire if they could at least rule over the ashes. Nostrils flared, talons scraping across soft earth as he pulled himself up to a standing position. Seemed like he'd have to get these petty bastard's asses in check. "Shit, four of us are really gonna be able to teach these guys a lesson, I'm shaking out of my lion paws thinking about the impact three kittens, a puppy and a bird can do. Wake the fuck up everyone! We got shit to do!". Though it sounded like it hurt to scream as loud as he did, Feliks made sure to drown out Pincher's dynamics to try and get some more attention to this important business.